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Wendel wiped his damp brow with a hearty sigh, leaning against the cool brick wall for a moment. The tiger had just completed his final set of pull ups for the night, having been in the gym for over two hours working his arms, chest, and back as part of his usual Friday regimen. Keeping his muscles toned had become even more important now that his boss had transitioned him to working from home as a cost saving measure, making the temptation of being a lazy housecat greater than ever. However, it also came with the benefit of allowing him to hit the gym late at night and exercise in peace.

The tiger bent down to retrieve his plastic water bottle before leaning back to squeeze the refreshing liquid straight down his gullet. Afterwards he draped a damp towel around his neck, purring at the sensation of the frosty fabric against his steaming hot fur as the tiger padded over to a padded mat for cool down stretches. Wendel glanced to the right and caught his reflection in the mirror above the weight lifting benches; he wasn't body-builder buff like some other large cats he'd seen around, having instead chosen to focus on the toning and definition of his muscles that gave him a lean, athletic physique.

"Rrrr, you're a sexy beast," he growled quietly to himself. Wendel admired every inch of the hard-earned results from his routines, from the taut thighs sprouting from his yellow shorts to the bumps of his six-pack rippling beneath the black, form fitting tank top he wore specifically to show off. With a body like his, Wendel knew he had every reason to take pride in it, oozing confidence like the sweat currently drenching his clothes.

"Mmmmh...yeah, king of the mother fucking jungle..."

As he placed one of his legs forward in a lunging stretch, he heard a familiar smack of leather. Wendel turned his head to see another tiger standing in front of one of the punching bags. He had a little more bulk, though mostly in his arms and legs. His upper body was on full display, with the only cover being a pair of burgundy track pants and fingerless gloves. The tiger bounced on his feet, as if anticipating the inanimate sack to throw a punch. Suddenly the shadow boxer dodged right and landed three jabs, his paws a blur as he attacked with lightning speed. His tail danced along with the rest of his body, the movement drawing Wendel's gaze as he ogled the perfectly round globes beneath. The stranger continued his imaginary matchup while Wendel finished his cool down, gathering what few things he brought with him and heading to the locker room.

As Wendel walked past, his tail jumped when he heard a gravelly voice speak to him.

"So...think you're the king, do ya kid?"

Wendel looked over his shoulder with a smile. "Yeah, sure. Wanna fight me about it?"

The stranger leaned his elbow against the metal arm holding the punching bag and laughed.

"Heheheh, I like your spunk. Not everyone has the balls to give me shit after they've seen me beat this thing."

Wendel just crossed his arms and smirked. "So, are you some kinda pro with those moves?"

"Nah," the stranger shook his head. "Just some stuff I learned in a kickboxing class a long time ago. I like coming here when I need to blow off some steam in peace, y'know?"

"Yeah, I hear ya. Exactly why I started coming at night."

The other tiger lifted his arms behind his head, nostrils swelling as he took a deep breath. "Always nice to get your frustrations out in a constructive way like this. Especially when there's eyecandy."

"Keeps the blood pumping to all the right places," Wendel winked. He noticed the front of the stranger's pants were fully tented, and he wasn't even trying to hide it. "Welp, I'm gonna hit the showers now. Maybe I'll see you around."

"Alright, see ya."

Soon Wendel was sitting in the empty locker room, taking his time spinning the combination on his lock. He reached down and grabbed his crotch, groaning softly at the wet warmth dampening the fabric. There was no denying that seeing such a virile specimen of masculinity had made him hot and bothered, especially since the boxer cat seemed interested in him. Normally he would've just masturbated in one of the shower stalls, cleaned up and gone home, but now Wendel couldn't help imagining the possibilities with this horny hunk...

"Hey, you in here?"

It was him. Wasn't a shocking revelation, really; it was almost midnight, and Wendel was certain they had the building all to themselves aside from the front desk clerk.

"Yeah, just getting changed," he replied.

Footsteps quickly came closer until the tiger appeared in the aisle before moving down the row across from Wendel. His bright orange fur gleamed with sweat, and a strong musk hit Wendel's nose. The seated feline looked over and licked his fangs playfully while the stranger started fiddling with his own locker.

"Ah, look at that, we're neighbors."

"How convenient," Wendel replied as he peeled his top off. His vision returned to the sight of his fellow feline with pants pooled around his ankles.

"Hope you don't mind," he said nonchalantly as his red boner stood at attention.

"Nothing I haven't seen before." Wendel then proceeded to roll off his shorts and pile them on top of his shirt, leaving both tigers in their birthday suits.

"Well I'll fuckin' be," the stranger mused. "Thought I smelled pussy earlier."

Wendel's muzzle spread into a sultry grin as he ran a finger over his swollen clit, both feline's eyes locked in a lustful staring contest. He growled as he felt the natural slickness built up by his arousal, a clear string dangling from his digit as he brought it up to his maw for a sample of himself. The nameless tiger stepped across the aisle and stood nose to nose with Wendel. They could see the fire in each other's eyes, two alpha males challenging the other to make the first move, neither giving an inch of submission to their opponent.

"Why don't you make that dirty mouth of yours useful and clean my pussy," Wendel growled deeply.

"Not 'til my cock is spotless," his partner replied.

Both cats snarled and hissed, pushing down on the other's shoulders trying to get a height advantage. They eventually hit the concrete floor, where Wendel made his move and pushed the other tiger on his back, holding him down as he spun around to bring his crotch in line with his partner's face. As he lowered his hips, the stranger sprung his counter attack, suddenly grabbing Wendel's pelvis and pushing him up and over so their positions were reversed.

The tiger on top grinned victoriously. "This ain't my first rodeo kid. Now I'll show you who's the real king of the jungle."

He pried Wendel's legs apart, giving him full access to the moist, pink lips of the tiger's pussy. It glistened under the synthetic light, slick with arousal and sweat, quivering as the stranger teased with his ragged breaths. Wendel grunted as he felt a cold nose press against his crotch and take a deep whiff of workout musk, then grit his teeth when a rough tongue dragged along the full length of his slit.

"Fuck, you're so sloppy and dirty...just how daddy likes it."

The throbbing cock dangling above Wendel's maw drooled as its owner feasted on the tangy tiger peach, leaving a clear string across his lips. He licked up the slimy substance, and not being one to get outclassed in oral sex, lifted his head up and began suckling on the thick babymaker. Soon the locker room echoed with the muffled wails of two tigers in the throes of carnal competition, each one ravaging the other's sex in a sprint race to orgasmic heaven. Wendel lashed his tongue across the other tiger's barbed tip, popping off for a moment to slick up his middle finger with precum. He reached up and found his target, piercing the hot pucker hidden under his partner's thrashing tail before returning to his blowjob. The stranger grunted in response, and lifted his head up briefly.

"Nhhurfuh, gonna cheat with your fingers huh? Well, let's see how ya like mmmf this pussycat."

Wendel heard an exaggerated sucking noise from above, soon followed by his mind going blank for a moment as he felt two solid digits dive into his love tunnel. He snarled aggressively as those devilish fingers curled, ruthlessly rubbing against his g-spot. The stranger added his tongue to the mix, viciously pistoning it in the sopping pussy before him. Wendel could feel the orgasm kindling in his belly, but the heavy throbs and erratic huffs coming from his partner told him the tiger was even closer. He would end up being the winner of their lewd contest, letting out a mating roar that vibrated through Wendel's core. The resulting load was potent, and Wendel eagerly gulped down the salty goo, managing his swallows so that not a single drop missed his muzzle. He let the thick meat slip out of his muzzle with a wet pop and a satisfied "ahhh".

"There's your protein, dude," the stranger panted out.

"You've still gotta finish your meal yet," Wendel whined.

"Alright alright, but you better give me a big splash for my troubles."

Wendel gasped as his clit was assaulted with rapid licks. His partner wasn't gentle, and he loved every second the tiger attacked his pussy with those deft fingers. It'd been a while since he'd found a lay willing to be a little rough, much less dominant like this stud was.

After enduring a minute of the intense action, Wendel knew his time was up. It was too much. Fantastically, completely, wonderfully too much for him to take any longer. The stranger didn't stop finger fucking Wendel's pussy as it gushed wave after wave of hot juices, soaking his arm, paw, and the surrounding floor. Wendel roared, shooting a long, continuous geyser of white hot pleasure from between his legs. It seemed like his orgasm lasted an eternity, though in reality the fountain of ecstasy ebbed after less than 30 seconds; still, he'd managed to soak his inner thighs and leave a dark trail across the floor.

"Jeez man, should probably get a wet floor sign. Or a mop," the stranger commented as he rose and stretched. Wendel sat up, determined to not to let the tiger think he'd made a new bitch.

"Wha...what's your name?" he asked, panting heavily.

"Bill, and you?"

"Wendel."

"Hmmh, well Wendel, nice as it is to be drenched in your pussy juice, I don't wanna get any weird looks on the bus, so I'm gonna hit the showers." He started walking off, but turned and added, "Feel free to join me."

Wendel hauled himself up onto the bench as he carefully watched the other tiger return up the center aisle. Bill moved with a swagger, the way his powerful body carried itself making Wendel's loins stir with excitement. He had become used to hooking up with subby types that would beg to have the privilege of pleasuring him, and with that he'd also become jaded; he was always in full control, and each time blended into the same predictable sequence of teasing, foreplay and orgasming. But with Bill there was an element of challenge, a need to stay on his guard at all times, that gave Wendel a refreshing rush when they were going at it. He smiled as he reached into his locker, pulling out a small bottle and shaking two green capsules onto his paw. A swig of water helped the testosterone pills go down easy, and Wendel purred with fiendish satisfaction as he licked his chops. Even though he knew it would be a while before the effects actually kicked in, the tiger immediately felt manlier, sexier, and hornier than ever. And Bill was going to see just how wild he could really be.

Rubber sandals slapped against Wendel's footpaws as he made his way to the tiled shower section, where Bill was bathing under a thick cloud of steam. The cubicles only went waist high, giving Wendel a perfect view of the studly cat striking a pose like a fashion model as he let water cascade down his chiseled body. Bill noticed his audience, and simply made a 'come hither' motion with his index finger. The tiger approached the open stall and lifted his right leg up, resting his ankle on top of the plastic privacy wall.

"Pussy still hungry?"

"Rrrh, could go for a big, thick piece of tiger meat right about now..." Wendel stared intently at Bill, reaching down to slowly rub himself.

Bill grabbed his soapy lufa and ran it down the length of his boner, covering it with white suds as it jumped and oozed under the downpour of water. He cupped his balls with his paw, rolling them in his fingers, baring his fangs as he gave himself a few firm tugs. The tiger was a bona fide stud, and he wasn't afraid to show it.

"Well, come get some while it's hot and ready."

Wendel lowered his leg and slowly made his way into the small area, Bill's large form surrounded by an almost magical mist. He hooked his legs around the tiger's waist, and ground forcefully against the generous endowment. Even through the hot air surrounding them, Bill could feel the fiery heat radiating from Wendel's pussy. He grabbed his partner's rump and lifted him up, swinging around to press Wendel against the wall as he took aim. Wendel looked down to see the pulsing mushroom tip, nearly as thick as a beer-can with a shaft twice as long, menacingly resting against his lower lips.

"My paws are full here, you're gonna need to lube me up."

With a snort, Wendel hocked up a few globs of hot spit onto Bill's cock. He held the tiger's strong shoulder with his right paw while he spread the slime around with his left, making him sigh as a sizzling stream of pre leaked from Bill's tip and ran down his slit. Steam rolled off of their damp fur, blood boiling and hearts racing as the heat of passion threatened to spill over. Wendel let go of Bill's shaft, and leaned forward to whisper three simple words in his ear.

"Don't. Hold. Back."

It was all Bill needed to hear. Wrinkles appeared on his snout, a primal growl rumbling out of him in response to the molten grip of Wendel's tunnel as he drove balls deep inside. Wendel's toes curled upon getting his tender innards stuffed by Bill's girthy tool, and he was helpless to stop the deep, guttural groan escaping his lips. As swiftly as the fullness came, it left, before returning in full force as Bill put his weight into each rapid fire thrust, barbs deliciously raking the velvety tunnel convulsing around his dick. Loud, wet slaps thundered in their ears as the tigers set into a hammering rhythm of rutting, sprays of water and bodily fluids getting kicked up every time Bill's jewels made contact. He sneered at Wendel, who wore a look of determination as he dug his claws into Bill's back and snarled with lust. Their instincts were in control now, and all either feline could focus on was fucking as hard as possible; neither of them even noticed when a janitor came through and caught the orange muscle cats in the middle of their heated mating before quickly walking back out.

Without warning, Wendel grabbed the back of Bill's head and pulled him in for a kiss as rough as their sex. He shoved his tongue between the other tiger's lips and started a wrestling match in their mouths. Saliva joined the rest of the fluids running down the drain as they tongued each other's gums, rumbling out a litany of meows, grunts, and huffs as they lost themselves. Underneath it all, Wendel could feel his body heating up, pussy pulsing as a powerful orgasm was about to come pouring out of him. He threw his head back as liquid pleasure burst forth.

"YYYYEEEEEEESSSSSFFFAAAHHAAAK," Wendel wailed hoarsely. Bill continued plugging the squirming cat in his arms, inadvertently prolonging Wendel's orgasm as his pussy went into overdrive trying to squirt out all of its contents. As a final act of passion before his own end, Bill buried his face in Wendel's neck and clamped his jaw down in a mating bite. All he could manage were croaking grunts as his balls were drained, eyes rolling back in their sockets as his hips twitched erratically. To Wendel's surprise, Bill began nursing the bite mark he left on his throat once he'd come down from his own climax, the tender touch feeling extra pleasant in the fog of afterglow. Bill left a kiss on Wendel's shoulder before he looked his partner in the eye.

"Fuck I...hah...love you..." he managed between breaths.

"Hmmh...getting soft on me...already?" Wendel licked Bill's nose.

"Not quite...like that, heheh. I mean you, your...pussy, just...got me goin' like nothin' else."

"Yeah, no shit," Wendel chuckled. "Been a long ass time since someone fucked the cum outta me."

Bill grinned proudly. "Me too."

They both laughed, all their previous horny tension having receded. Bill carefully pulled out of Wendel with a wet shlurp, making Wendel moan as he felt those barbs one last time against his worn out walls. He looked down at his entrance, stretched out and oozing a bit of tiger jizz. Bill took notice as well, and without a word sunk to his knees before the other feline. Wendel grabbed the back of the other tiger's head and pulled him in, groaning as Bill's raspy tongue flickered across his pussy.

"Enjoy your dessert."

"Yummy fresh creampiesh," came the response.

It took Bill only a couple minutes to lap and scoop out all of his cream, leaning back with a small burp when he was done. He stood and licked his lips before scrubbing himself off, Wendel following suit in ridding his coat of the evidence of their debauchery. The tiger felt good, albeit exhausted after enduring such a hard pounding. As the two dried off, he decided to make Bill an offer.

"Hey uh, do the buses run this late?"

The tiger checked his watch. "Ah fuck, missed it ten minutes ago."

"Well, whaddya think about crashing at my place for the night?"

"You're asking for trouble, kid."

"Maybe I like your brand of trouble. And besides, I've always been curious about what it's like to ride morning wood..."

Bill grabbed Wendel by his love handles and pressed him against the lockers. "Oho, you're gonna do more than just ride it honey."

A smile crept across Wendel's face. "Is that a yes?"

Bill responded by pulling Wendel's arm and grabbing their gym bags. "Just point me to your car. Gonna eat you out on the way home."

Wendel could barely contain his excitement as he ran out of the gym with Bill, his shorts already feeling damp again.